there's no such thing as cool kids no one really knows what's right diamonds are just rocks dark is just absence of light love cannot be proven wars are never really won people are just atoms just like lilies, stones, and suns.
when dead becomes the new normal life starts to feel wrong. you feel weaker every time someone calls you strong. am i dead to you like you're dead to the world? did you become my poison or were you killing me all along?
nothing could take the pain away so nothing became my relief nothing became my morphine of all of my vices nothing had the strongest grip sweet sweet nothing
i didn't choose to love but love decided to haunt me. love decided to taunt me torture me with what i didn't want before what i now long for but can never have.
you seem to underestimate the amount of hurt the amount of hate the amount of sorrow that it takes to hold up a razor a lighter to skin to turn against instinct self-preservation in favor of pain self-harm